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Recreation BY AUDRE LORDE

  Recreation

BY AUDRE LORDE

Coming together   

it is easier to work   

after our bodies   

meet

paper and pen

neither care nor profit

whether we write or not

but as your body moves

under my hands   

charged and waiting   

we cut the leash

you create me against your thighs   

hilly with images

moving through our word countries   

my body

writes into your flesh

the poem

you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight   

as moon fires set in my throat   

I love you flesh into blossom   

I made you

and take you made

into me.

[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In] E.E. CummingsBy E.E. Cummings

[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]

By E.E. Cummings More E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings. "[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]." Family Friend Poems, 2006. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-by-ee-cummings  

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Shakespeare by Nabokov

Amid grandees of times Elizabethan
you shimmered too, you followed sumptuous custom;
the circle of ruff, the silv'ry satin that
encased your thigh, the wedgelike beard - in all of this
you were like other men… Thus was enfolded
your godlike thunder in a succinct cape.

Haughty, aloof from theatre's alarums,
you easily, regretlessly relinquished
the laurels twinning into a dry wreath,
concealing for all time your. monstrous genius
beneath a mask; and yet, your phantasm's echoes
still vibrate for us; your Venetian Moor,
his anguish; Falstaff's visage, like an udder
with pasted-on mustache; the raging Lear..
You are among us, you're alive; your name, though,
your image, too - deceiving, thus, the world
you have submerged in your beloved Lethe.
It's true, of course, a usurer had grown
accustomed, for a sum, to sign your work
(that Shakespeare - Will - who played the Ghost in Hamlet,
who lives in pubs, and died before he could
digest in full his portion of a boar's head)…

The frigate breathed, your country you were leaving,
To Italy you went. A female voice
called singsong through the iron's pattern
called to her balcony the tall inglesse,
grown languid from the lemon-tinted moon
and Verona's streets. My inclination
is to imagine, possibly, the droll
and kind creator of Don Quixote
exchanging with you a few casual words
while waiting for fresh horses - and the evening
was surely blue. The well behind the tavern
contained a pail's pure tinkling sound… Reply
whom did you love? Reveal yourself - whose memoirs
refer to you in passing? Look what numbers
of lowly, worthless souls have left their trace,
what countless names Brantome has for the asking!
Reveal yourself, god of iambic thunder,
you hundred-mouthed, unthinkably great bard!

No! At the destined hour, when you felt banished
by God from your existence, you recalled
those secret manuscripts, fully aware
that your supremacy would rest unblemished
by public rumor's unashamed brand,
that ever, midst the shifting dust of ages,
faceless you'd stay, like immortality

itself - then vanished in the distance, smiling 

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Oh Say Can You See BY VIKTORIA VALENZUELA

 Oh Say Can You See

BY VIKTORIA VALENZUELA

By the dawn's early light, I think of skin; I think of how

Light can shine through my eyelids no matter how hard I close them.

I question, do they see

a lampshade at a neo-Nazi party?

When I think of eyelids

I pet mine with flower petals soaking.

We soak up the sun's rays to make chlorophyll.

Am I a daisy pushed up after someone has died?

When I think of flower petals

I think of honey bees hovering over the sex organs of flowers

and tongues

of black bears. Am I a black bear starving in the forest for lack of bees?

When I think of black bears

I think of polar bears who have white fur but black skin.

Am I a polar bear starving in the Arctic for lack of ice

and seal prey? When I think of I.C.E. I think of brown

skin, that looks just like mine, trying to make it in America.

Am I American if neo-Nazis are running America?

When I think of America, my body aches

for something more protective than skin. Skin is only skin deep.

Skin is only skin

Deep. Black-Red-Yellow-Brown as brown can be.